Maybe this isn’t a first-date play. Better take a companion who won’t be put off by prodigious french
fry consumption.

But we’re getting ahead of ourselves. You might want to know about the two stories of Paris-inspired
white-and-black tiles, frosted mirrors and globe lights. Or the marble bar, where you can sit
under the gaze of Brigitte Bardot while you sip French 75s and knock back Virginia oysters.

In the dining room, you’ll eye a not-quite-SFW collage of Serge Gainsbourg pictures, tee up a bottle of
red (most are exactly $40) and dive into a
filet, flat iron steak or ribeye. You’ll also pick your sauce.

And you’ll choose when to say when on the fries, because every now and then a server will walk around with
a bowl of them and a pair of tongs to replenish you.